DOUBLE DOUBLE

It was a good feeling..

For the first time in months I had a chance to relive the past. After all the injuries, i constantly told myself that I wouldn't be able to rock the ball. It was a painful fate but I had accepted it, however the calling was too much..

After a dozen of sessions of rehab, I tried to make a comeback. But I knew I was out of shape, and out of breath.. Loss after loss, I reminded myself that I wasn't the player I used to be.. Unfortunately, with each loss, it was like punch after punch; hitting directly at my weakened confidence.. Each blow was like a persistent echo, telling me that this sport is not for me..

All banged up, guts bulging out and a sore ankle, I had to find my resolve. It was the final test, if it was meant to be..
So I stepped on the hardcourt thinking that this would be my last if ever i lose.

It was my battleground. A different field of battle; far more physical, far more serious than what I was used to back home. It was a nostalgic feeling; seeing opponents matched with your strength, size and then some.. A fast phase where no wimps need to apply. I relish the challenge - bumps after bumps, hard cuts and elbows everywhere.
After just a few minutes, I was having a hard time and then I was exhausted as hell but I knew I still had it in me..
So for one last hurdle, I commanded every strength in me and went on.
It was so much fun. Lady luck was shining on me for she blessed me with skilled teammates.
They somehow brought back the old me.
After taking the lead, we never held back.
I was battling for rebounds, defending and scoring..
It was really a great feeling..
10 and 10 is a good start, right?
Its a sign...
I will fly again..

LOVE OR HATE?!!!

it sucks sometimes when everything starts to be so complacent... like every speck of existing matter slows down and though you try to rush and move as fast as you can, you're trapped in a space-time continuum where memories of your downfall are played back over and over again. No, it isn't purgatory or hell 'coz you still get to experience a frequent dose of bliss every now and then. i don't want to use the word "bored", that's too typical... it undermines the things i am fond of but in a way it still epitomizes what's left in between.. Yes, i got only a few months left before the big day and you might be wondering that i must have so many things to do and finish so how in the world am i still bored?!.. yup, you're mostly right but still those things are only superficial and it won't take a genius to accomplish them. To tell you the truth, i ain't too hyped up about them anyway... like i said a million times, it ain't easy to love such nonsense.. well at least for me. i consider this course bogus.. after all, since the ghettgo, this was not my preference of choice. This is a profession that i do not hate but i despise due to the fact that so many are blinded with the false assurance of fame and money. i hate schools who use this course as a means to commercialize their institutions only then to tell half of the student body that they do not have the capacity to be promoted to the next level. And these gullible students, because of the false lure, just transfer to another school and continue where they left off. Then they graduate sparingly and now find themselves kneeling in some place, praying that they would pass the board exams. I mean seriously guys out of 100,000 students, how many would you think would instantly or at least be directed to the jackpot.. The promise of working abroad ain't too far from reality but this wolf in a sheep's clothing may offer less or more than you ever expected. If you believe that by just graduating and passing the board either locally or internationally would give you a fighting chance in the coldness and harshness of the real world, then you must rethink ever step you are taking now; try to accurately recall all the details and scrutinize everything so as you would leave no room for error.. i know you know that this road would not be easy but still why are there still so many who are willing to sacrifice blood and money just so they could try their luck. This isn't Russian roulette where you spin and pray you get your number right. This isn't poker where you could bluff your way and pretend that you're passing this course and eventually graduate or just fold when all of your cards are down.. Let me remind you that still this is survival of the fittest because only the crème de la crème would get the spot they eagerly fought for.. Mind you im not downplaying those people who really have the heart to be a nurse and the people who i see have a potential to be one too, its just that some individuals must be reminded that if this is not your cup of tea, you should ponder to yourself where would you be in the very near future or at least strive harder so as you would deserve to be here. i maybe criticized because of writing this, well, i say it to you now, though i may show a hint of interest in this route, don't ever judge me that Iam not doing my best because in all honesty, i'm not. What you may have witness before is just a shadow of a persona you may not be able to see.. This heart of mine has no warmth for this profession. my mind is the only thing that moves due to the fact that it is always my innate orientation; never to let up.. For me, i choose to just finish this course and then pick my destiny. i am proud to be wearing the white but i do not dream of wearing it as i grow old. Some say i'm just wasting my time and my potential, i say it's never i waste when you learn things along the way. I will choose my own path to tread, i will make my own fame and i will get to decide what to put into my name..

Now if you were me, would you pick a different path?

Written on : July 6, 2007 at 6:23 am

my heroine

Gather up all the friendship cliches in the world and you end up with something like this.

No it's not a bad thing. To tell you the truth, it is a beautiful reality.

There are moments in one's life that you meet people that instantly you know they're for real; that you don't really have to stay with them for a long time to get to know who they are. And these persons though you didn't get a chance to really hang out, you feel that you've known them for ages. This kind of individuals are very rare and once you meet them they are truly worth keeping. With them, things are easy. No pretenses, no repercussions and no subjugations, you can be who you really are and you don't have to front.

It can't be helped that sometimes people close to you doesn't seem to understand you at all. People you've known for ages would easily turn their back because they find it accommodating than to lend you a hand. Yes, these people are still your friends and will be, however this is a reality that besets every person. They have their own drama to play and certainly they have enough troubles in their lives. Sometimes the world is a big irony; whenever you're down and friends you expect to be there, truly are not. White lies and all those crap comes into play.

Like I always say, "Hell may freeze over but true friends will stay always by your side." True, some will stick it out with you, and most will just fade in the distance.
Then there would be these special persons you didn't expect that would come knocking on your door and break it down if they have to just to make sure that every thing's alright. These unique individuals seem to be at the right place at your most undesirable time. Lending a hand, tapping your back or just plainly being with you,empathizing without speaking... bearing without the need of knowing.

My armor is all dented. It almost has served its purpose. I was sent into a foreign land to fight an unknown opponent. This shroud that I wear is all torn up and I am ready to remove it.
I may become vulnerable but luckily I still have my friends (my crew) and family as my sword and shield.

What keeps me going is these persons ( you know who you are )

They are my heroine, my addiction and my adrenaline.

They introduce insanity to keep me sane.

They give me rush when I'm almost out of gas.

Without them knowing, they made me who I am today.

And without them, Neverland would cease to exist.

Now, if the need for me to return to battle, I am ready.
I am ready to go back for I know they will also be there with me.

An addiction that is worthwhile. A vice that is a virtue..

My heroine... Thanks for everything...

The BATMOBILE - the lancer gt

"TAhntahntahntahn" - Batman opening song...

It isn't exactly the big ass bat mobile that Christian Bale used in the Dark Knight but it will hold its own against that bulky piece of wheel.

Introducing the 2008 Mitsubishi Lancer Ex, the dark horse or whatever you may call it...
It has almost the same looks as its big brother, the EVO X. Though not the same engine setup, it is pretty fast. With a 2.0 MIVEC engine, how macho can it be?!

My cousin bought a new one a couple of days ago and man, is it pleasing to the eyes. The more you look at it, the more menacing it looks. Imagine a sedan being stripped of its Sunday church clothes and beefing up into a sporty and shark-like appearance.

Anywhere you go, people can't help but look at the car. Its like being an instant celebrity when you're riding one.. People will say "ang gwapo naman ( how handsome it is)," so the tendency would be anyone who's riding it will automatically become momentarily famous. (hahaha)


Every part of the car exudes audacity in an elegant and subtle way. From the 18'' rims to the sporty seats, its like an average person's sports car. Though gas prices isn't to be laugh at nowadays, but this car screams off speed and more speed.

My cousin has really gone a long way to get this on. A bat mobile that be fits its name. All he needs now is a cape.

But the need for speed is out of the question.
All there is left to do is to ride it again.
and maybe just maybe, I can yell...

"how you like them apples!"